you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
we're making bets on your personal life
I spent part of my valentines extracting candy hearts from a woman's vagina. The entire time I was thinking "this job pays for my Mercedes. This job pays for my Mercedes. This job pays for my Mercedes."
I told my dad my stomach hurt and he bet me ten bucks I couldn't throw up on command. He has no idea what I did last night and I got ten bucks.
I'm pretty sure we scarred one of our coworkers. This is the second time he has caught us both fully undressed and banging at work.
Either he has bad timing or he wants to join.
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
I'd recommend you leave that level of crazy to the experts. I'd start with an under appreciated soccer mom if I were you.
You have no idea what this goes for my ego. I literally made you cum in your sleep.
I feel so nauseous and all I want is string cheese. My life never makes sense.
Get up, biotch, before I come traipsing in there to rip apart whatever god-forsaken spoon you have going on between the two of you and your dog.
My mom sucked on that joint like a nipple and she was a fucking newborn
Well we went from the roof to the stairwell to an air mattres. One day were going to fuck in a bed
Is it illegal to hookup with your fathers god child?
All I remember thinking is, why the fuck are there martians on the ceiling? And they were riding fruit. Like strawberries and shit.
It was only a blow job in his car. It's the same as giving a friend a back rub.
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